"A Slaves fuck hole feels the best. From now on your Master will take control of your life. Your body will be strengthened, your role will be as my saintess in the light of day. In the dark you will be my healer-fuck-dog. Serving at my feet begging for real cock, not those toy your using like a slut wanting to train your body for when a man uses you roughly. This is what you want isn't it?" Seeing her only able to nod, her voice lost to cries of passion. Pushing her down against the table he doubled his efforts, not wanting to disappoint her expectations of being forcibly take by a man.
At least the rape scene he saw on her phones screen when she dipped out for food told him that. Hopefully she didn't wonder how he could suddenly use both arms perfectly as he manhandled her body. Rough hands slapping, shaping her ass and thighs as he pulled her back, thrusting deep and pulling out against her secret valleys. Tip of the head staying to caress and bully. Dick wet with juices, the smell of her essence filling the room. Grabbing her by the hair, his violent thrusting stretching her insides as he shaped her to his cock until his own release surged, filling her with thick ropes of cum.
She collapsed onto the table, quivering. Alex released her hair, his hand caressing her ass as he held deep a moment longer before pulling free, his seed trickling down her thighs.
"Take a breath," he said softly. Soft hands and kisses, holding himself against her. Going back to faking his arm injury, Alex pressed her down as she settled. Pulling away and bringing her up straight he helped balance her. Taking a seat, he leaned back, "Now suck my cock clean."
"Yes, Master," she breathed, turning eagerly to lap at him, tasting their mingled juices with devoted swirls of her tongue..
Alex leaned against the table, fingers threading through her hair. "You're incredible, Amber. Thank you for helping me relieve my pent up stress." He withdrew gently, tucking himself away. Calling her by name to act as his future trigger to normalize her personality.
Steadying her shaky legs, he pulled up her panties and scrubs, drawing her into an embrace. "I really needed that. You're an angel." Her first time, and she'd taken him like a natural. "Give me your phone," Alex placed his number in her contacts, taking a picture of himself, he added it and texted his phone, "serve me well in the future." He said placing the phone back into her hands.
A healer in his contacts could prove useful. When she suggested he lie down to rest, she pressed the side wall, and it unfolded smoothly into a bed. The med bay's hidden bed looked inviting as fatigue set in, his arm only now stiffening up, catching up with his lies. "Your an angel," Alex murmured tired from the days adventures.
"You're my patient, so you'll stay here under my administration for the rest of the mission." Amber said, her voice firm yet laced with unspoken warmth.
"Sounds nice my saintess, take care of me from now on," Alex replied, flashing a loving smile as he eased onto the bed. A groan escaped him; his body ached deeply now. His eyelids grew heavy, and sleep claimed him in an instant.
Amber stared in disbelief. She'd only read about encounters like this in forbidden tales. No way would she let a spark like this fade. She still couldn't fathom it: deepthroating him without a single gag, just the raw thrill of his thick cock choking her airway, holding her breath as his hot cum surged down her throat. The memory sent shivers through her core.
The experience had shattered her world. After a swift cleanup, she sponged Alex's face, neck, and hands with warm water, her touch lingering. Then she checked the time; the hunters should return soon, perhaps wounded and in need of her skills.
They'd promised her healer class would awaken by mission's end. Years of medical study deserved a solid rank. Curiosity piqued, she summoned her status. No longer blank. A joyful spin overtook her. Class: Healer. Rank: B. Skill: Heal. Description: Mends wounds effectively.
"Hey Jack, when's the group heading back? It's nearly midday, and I want to wrap up soon. Oh, and I'm officially a healer now," Amber said into her comm, excitement bubbling.
"They're enroute. Congrats, Amber! What rank?" Jack replied as he walked over to meet her after seeing her coming over.
"Rank B!" she beamed as she yelled skipping over.
"Great job on your grade." He said giving her an approving nod.
"Tell the captain his teammate's all set when he arrives, will you?" Amber said happy she could heal Alex first, she wanted all her first times to be his.
"That kid isn't on our team," Jack explained. "He filled a processing slot. Helped big yesterday and today, well, about that...""About what?" she pressed, unease creeping in.
His words hit like ice: he'd been abandoned by two sent as his guards, left to die, chased into a red F-Rank gate. He'd cleared it alone, barely surviving. Fury boiled in her chest. Fledgling hunters like him and her deserved better. Storming back to the med bay, she vowed to make his stay unforgettable.
Testing her new skill, she watched golden light knit his arm's wounds. Another pulse eased his stiffness. Settling into a chair by his bed, she tried reading but replayed their passion endlessly: his commanding grip, her eager submission. Exhaustion won; she drifted off.
Alex stirred, refreshed, soreness faded. The lights had dimmed to a soft glow. Spotting Amber asleep beside him, he snapped a quiet photo for her contact picture. Gently, he lifted Amber onto the bed, noting his arm's fully healed. Brushing her soft, chubby cheek with a kiss, gratitude swelled. He ached to show her just how much her care meant, wondering what hidden desires she'd unleash next. He wouldn't allow her potential to be wasted like he saw in every back line healer, whose only exercise was walking the dungeons length. He imagined gearing her out with a compact shield and one handed sword. Her body taking beatings only to heal back and pushing herself onward through pain and exhaustion, into crowds of beasts as she fought to protect his back.
Heading out of the med bay, Alex's stomach growled, urging him toward the food hall. The other hunters had just returned from their runs, their faces lit with anticipation as they spotted him. They crowded around, demanding details of his solo hunt. Over a steaming plate of stew, Alex spun the tale of the beast's ambush, his narrow escape, and the thrill of the kill. One grizzled hunter snorted, calling it exaggerated nonsense, but Alex silenced him by unfurling the massive, pelt of the boss monster from his pack. Gasps rippled through the group, eyes wide with awe.
The captain nodded approvingly. "Hand over all the pelts, Alex. Your share will be tallied with the rest." He complied, watching as the skins were stacked. To his surprise, the captain added a bundle of twenty more, freshly skinned. "From those cowards who ditched you. It's the bare minimum for leaving you to fend alone," the captain said, his tone laced with regret. Thankfully no one died, even the men left to guard over the corpses fled at the sight of the wolves.